In the quarantine area.
In a densely built area, a group of more than a dozen individual players were besieging two fallen believers. They were around level 20, each wearing a set of relatively sturdy leather armor, holding flintlock rifles and fine steel swords, and working in harmony to attack.
In a short while, the players chopped the two fallen believers into pieces.
"Huh... The monsters in this red disaster area are really hard to deal with. Not only do they have a lot of health, but they also have a very strong recovery ability. If we get hit by those flesh tentacles, we will lose half of our health."
A male player wiped the sweat from his forehead, squatted down with his sword in hand, and sighed tiredly.
"Haha, that's not true... The Red Disaster Area is the most dangerous area at this stage. Only experienced players can go in and fight monsters. Although the Fallen Believers are powerful, it's not a problem for us to just pick off a few of them and siege them."
Another player laughed as he leaned against the wall, reloading his ammunition.
"The main reason is that the benefits are high! Killing a Fallen Follower will give us more than 100 experience points, even if we split it equally among the whole team. Leveling up in the Red Disaster Area is super fast! It's a pity that there are no rewards dropped. This disgusting tentacle monster doesn't drop anything at all!"
"Come on, it's good enough to have high experience gains, what else do you want... If you really want to make money, there are many ways in the Red Disaster Area. It depends on whether you have the ability and courage. There are big bosses posting guides on the forum. You can pick up a lot of property or equipment in those vacant and abandoned residential buildings, but there are usually a lot of fallen believers gathered there."
"That's fine, I still have some self-awareness, haha."
The players chatted and laughed while taking a break.
After a moment.
When they were about to look for the next target again, they suddenly heard a rumbling sound coming from the end of the street, coming from far away and getting closer, like thousands of horses galloping, and the whole ground even shook slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Something seems to be coming!"
The faces of this group of individual players changed, and they quickly hid back in the alley, sticking their heads out to look around.
All I saw was a crowd of crazy, ragged and decadent believers, screaming and shouting, muttering weird and creepy prayers, chasing after a huge carriage. At first glance, there were at least several hundred of them!
Many of them had their upper bodies exploded, transforming into tentacle monsters running on two legs, with seven or eight hideous and disgusting scarlet tentacles dancing wildly!
But what shocked the players was that the male driver of the carriage was not panicked at all. He even calmly lit a cigarette for himself and smoked it leisurely.
"Shit! So many fallen believers! If that carriage is caught up, it's definitely over!"
"But don't you think it's strange? The coachman doesn't seem to be afraid at all!"
"It's a bit strange indeed, but I'm more curious about what's inside this carriage."
"You are really fearless! What on earth do you want to do by riding such a big carriage in the Red Disaster Area?"
The players exchanged a few words in a low voice, their tones full of surprise and confusion.
At this moment, their eyes shrank slightly, because those fallen believers had already caught up with the carriage and used their extremely powerful tentacles to pull the carriage! If they were pulled by them, the carriage would be destroyed and everyone would die!
But the next moment.
The windows on both sides of the carriage were opened, and a black arc-shaped light wave flew out, cutting off all the tentacles in unison. The broken tentacles that fell to the ground turned black and withered, losing their activity.
Then, thick green smoke poured out from the window and spread to the back of the carriage, just like two waves cut by a speedboat on the sea, hitting the fallen believers who were chasing after them.
thump!
Plop, plop!
One after another, the fallen believers fell down inexplicably while running wildly and died on the spot. The powerful vitality that they were most proud of was useless under the terrifying green smoke. The players couldn't help but hold their breath and felt unbelievable.
"These hundreds of fallen believers died just like that?!"
"What on earth is that smoke coming out of that carriage? It's so strong!"
Wheels, wheels...
The carriage finally passed the players, and they all retracted their heads and hid in the shadows as if by reflex. But what shocked them was that the coachman actually turned his head to look at them and smiled faintly.
After a while.
"I... I explored it."
One of the male players swallowed.
"What?"
The others were very surprised.
"All unknown horizontal lines, red threat-level NPCs..."
"That coachman?!"
"Fuck!"
This group of individual players suddenly exclaimed.
The coachman is so high-class, who is carrying that carriage
"That NPC is called 'Behind-the-scenes Personnel-Golov'. Have you heard of him?"
The male player asked his other companions.
"I remember now! It's Jack Circus! You know Mr. Jack, right? He's the leader of the group of bigwigs on the leaderboard! Golov is Mr. Jack's subordinate!"
Another female player remembered something and said excitedly.
"That carriage belongs to Jack's Circus!"
"Let's go! Let's follow and see! Jack must be coming to the Dry Red Apple Church!"
Several players who frequently visit gaming forums shouted immediately.
Almost all players who know Jack know that this man who appeared in the game's opening CG has a great hatred for the Red Apple Church and has hunted down the church more than once.
This group of individual players immediately left the alley and chased in the direction of the carriage.
Not only them, but also many players and surviving civilians in this quarantine area heard the noise and were attracted by the carriage and the fallen believers chasing it. They saw with their own eyes this giant carriage galloping recklessly on the street, easily killing those horrible monsters along the way.
More and more players followed the carriage, chasing all the way.
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"Maggie, your strength has improved a lot."
Inside the car, Chen Lun was sitting on a leather armchair, drinking hot milk and complimenting with a smile.
Maggie, with messy hair, sat by the window. The portable table in front of her was filled with bottles and jars of various colors. She grinned at Chen Lun, holding up the green potion in her hand and said:
"Hey, Captain, this is the formula that Teacher Akbin taught me. I also made some adjustments based on my own understanding so that this disease can cause powerful damage to muscles and blood in a short period of time... I named it 'Blood and Flesh Nemesis Explosion'!"
The rest of the circus members looked at each other, not knowing what to make of Maggie's naming ability.
Chen Lun shook his head, he seemed to have gotten used to it.
At this time, all the team members, including Connie, were present in the carriage. They were going out together this time. Chen Lun also wanted to take this opportunity to test the strength of his companions and see how far they had come.
As for the players chasing from all directions behind the carriage, he had no intention of paying any attention to them.
'The next thing to do is to clean up the red disaster areas in Yanbang one by one, just like pulling out nails!'
Chen Lun thought to himself, playing with the milk cup, his eyes filled with indifference.
'With such an achievement, I will surely receive a huge reward, and it will also help push the Murder Club forward... When the critical moment of the final fight for a seat comes, I will use the privilege of the Gold Cup members to deliver oral messages and pass on the information about the Black Knife Brotherhood and the Evening Tea Party to the Knights of the Round Table.'
After a moment.
The carriage stopped.
Golov's voice came from above the carriage:
"Mr. Jack, guys, it seems like we've been blocked... hehe."
He chuckled twice and took a puff of cigarette to calm down.
"Who?"
Noah asked curiously.
Golov's voice came again:
"He is a monk from the Red Apple Church."
When everyone in the car heard this, they smiled at each other.
They hadn't even arrived at the Red Apple Church yet, but unexpectedly someone came to their door in advance.
Chen Lun put down the milk cup, slowly stood up, holding his silver cane in one hand and pulling his hat with the other.
He said calmly:
"Circus, prepare for battle."
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Connie and Alex were arranged to stay in the carriage. In addition, there were four black crystal puppets that stayed around the carriage all the time.
Chen Lun led Flo Yin, Noah, Maggie, Antonio, Golov, Patton and Morey, got off the carriage and came to the desolate, cold and dilapidated street.
Looking up, I saw more than twenty monks in red robes standing in the middle of the road ahead.
Leading the group were four middle-sequence transcendents, a bishop wearing a red and black crown, and three tall priests.
The four men originally had cold expressions and were filled with tyranny, but when they saw Chen Lun and his men appear, their faces suddenly changed slightly.
"Jackspeight?! How could it be you, a damn heretic!"
The bishop shouted in a low voice.
"Don't be so surprised. We are sworn enemies. Either you come to trouble me, or I will personally send you to death..."
Chen Lun said calmly.
He was too lazy to talk any more, so he raised his hand and waved, and everyone around him took action immediately!
In this icy and snowy land, Flo Yin walked barefoot in the cold wind. With a wave of her white hand, black and purple vines sprouted from the ground, interweaving into a huge sickle. She stretched out her hand, grasped the sickle, and swung it forward, and a black arc of light plowed the ground.
This time, Noah did not turn into a zombie and engage in hand-to-hand combat. Instead, he sat on a chair that emerged from a pool of blood, holding a bone paintbrush, ready to paint... This was what Chen Lun had taught him before. With his own bone gallery, he was more suited to being able to adapt to changing circumstances and assist his companions in battle.
Maggie laughed excitedly, taking drugs while throwing the embryo jar. With the sound of broken glass, a deformed bull bigger than a carriage rose from the ground.
Its body was covered with bulging muscles, its arched back was covered with pustules, and its head was topped with four gray-white, twisted, sharp horns, and its six scarlet eyes were filled with madness and cruelty.
This "mad cow" is Maggie's masterpiece, which was improved through the "sick dog" breeding method learned from Akbin. Even Antonio, who was standing next to her, was attracted by this cow.
Not willing to be outdone, it stood up like a human, expanding into a huge size like a mad bull, even transforming its two forelimbs into human arms, and a huge bone sword emerged from the palm of its right hand.
It looks even more terrifying than that mad cow.
Maggie's eyes widened.
Golov, Barton, and Morey targeted those low-sequence extraordinary monks. With the ability of Sequence 8-Locksmith, they hid in the dark and fired cold shots, which annoyed the people of the Red Apple Church.
Boom!
The loud noise of the fight spread in all directions.
As soon as the red-robed bishop and the three priests fought, his face changed drastically and he felt that things seemed to be getting extremely bad.
"Damn it! How come Jack's men are so strong?!"
The bishop roared filially.
"And these two cows! What kind of monsters are they?!"
As a Sequence 6-blood, he was hit by the sword of the damn "mutant cow" and his entire arm was cut off! He was unable to dodge and was hit by the "disgusting mad cow" next to him. If he had not transformed into a bat to dodge in time, he would have been pierced by the cow's horns on the spot!
What is wrong with this world
He was a bishop of the Red Apple Church, but he was beaten by two bulls?!
Players who came from afar were also attracted by the fierce battle on the street and exclaimed continuously.